Here's the first thing I ever posted

Legend of Gallade chapter 1Long ago there existed a kingdom in which Pokemon lived together happily and in harmony. This land was ruled over by the good king Alakazam. He was a very respected king who ruled the kingdom well. However this all changed one day when he was betrayed by his advisor, Minister Hydreigon who stole the red chain, an ancient and powerful artifact and used it to overpower the king, kidnap his daughter, princess Gardevoir and take over the kingdom with his minions. The poor king never recovered from the loss of his daughter and died shortly after. However just before he died he demanded a message be sent to Medicham dojo to request one of their best warriors to defeat Hydreigon. Whoever could do this would win the kingdom and Gardevoir's hand in marriage. And this is where our story begins…
"HYAH!" screamed Gallade as he launched a powerful attack directly towards Medicham who appeared to be meditating with his back turned and unprepared. However just milliseconds before Galla

Hot ass lesbian shit ch.1 (first kiss)My story ended with both of us crying together in the nude. We were clueless do to each others assumptions and we were left with no idea what to do. Both of us were afraid of both the past and future. It was hard to accept what we had done together, nor was it easy to let it go. It was all a simple tale of misinformation, that grew into something different. Whether it was something ugly or beautiful, it depends on your perspective. I never wanted it to turn out this way, and perhaps, neither did she. Maybe she just wanted to be loved, and I was the selfish one. To be honest I don't know anymore.
My name is Jane. I go to Far Island High School. It's a humble school, but like any other public school, it's just as ugly and messy as the rest. To be honest, living in Far Island was pretty nice. I get nervous around crowds. Call it what you want, but I just can't stand them. There's still a ton of students here, but I never felt like a chicken in a slaughterhouse or anything. But I think the
I'd like for you to read this one... preferably... There's no sex till chapter 2, but there are lesbians. And it is hot... just warning you.

However, you might be bothered by the idea of it, so if that's something you'd object to, read Teddy instead... that one is lesbian-free...  TeddyLife would mean little without a mouth to express yourself. Or a mobile body to take you places. To be inanimate, to lack of motion, to be essentially a mind trapped in a holding cell that is the self. Like a tree, one that never bows to the wind around it. The leaves, the wind and rain, all of it surpassing you. What would be the purpose of thoughts, feelings or emotions? Why exist if there's nothing to live or die for? This soul of mine ponders that. Would you ever find joy as a figure that sits motionless forever? I know I did. My joy, and happiness came in the form of some outside force, that manipulated the way I feel. Unlike the wind surpassing the tree, something stopped and cared for me. My only love was a little girl, who showed me what love and joy is.
Little Amanda meant so much to me. I've been with her practically all her life. Nothing could stand between us. I stood there, as wise and immobile as a tree. She used to look down on me with wide, sparkling bright eyes. Each t

So yea, pick either one.

Beware the FourBeware the Four
In the month of October
During the eve of all Hallow’s
Roams the scum of the land
And the blackness that follows.
The red eyed wolf, caught between growth and spurt
With the boney structure and scraggly fur.
Fleas upon fleas, worms and the like,
Growls and scowls keep
The moon shining bright.
With every step,
Decay comes along
To plague the earth with it’s favorite song.
The demon-like face
With the black pointed horns
Is one, that not simply
Can be adorned.
It sucks the life
From the air that we breathe
And freezes the portions
We wish to eat.
Ice encompasses the once pure souls
As hunger is stricken
And all is left to be dull.
Finger tips, work their magic,
The conning begins
As does the tragic.
The invisible strings leech on our motions,
It twists our mood,
Stirs up commotion.
Reverses motives,
Sends us forth,
Against each other,
For all out war.
Last of all,
Is the deadliest yet.
With an appearance unknown,
Apart from its beady black eyes,
It thri 

Bleach: The Princess's Banquet (Part 2)
ALEXANDER WEPT WHEN THERE WERE NO MORE WORLDS TO CONQUER, but Aizen certainly didn't. The Hogyuko allowed him to create a new world, while the Princess had helped him destroy the meddling old one. He stood on his balcony looking at his work with a satisfied grin on his face.
When Orihime approached his side in silence, he already knew what she wanted. She had been trying to win over his adoration ever since she joined the Arrancar, but he always kept their relationship professional. He shifted his eyes in her direction without directly acknowledging her, curious to see what she was going to try now.
Today's game turned out to be choosing the ideal royal makeover. It started with Orihime's hair. She experimented with a vast array of styles and colors before she stopped at a relatively basic combination: It was her natural auburn hair, only with her bangs grown out several inches and draped over her ears. When Aizen wouldn't even react with a simple "Milady," she moved on to her wardrobe

The Interminables: Chapter One
"Must you always knock them senseless?" sighed Istvan.
His black-clad companion straightened over the prone forms of six young men.  An opera cape hung from him like a banner of mourning, the combination of its high collar, the brim of his top hat, and the band of his goggled mask hiding most of his face.  Edmund Templeton, wizard and self-styled Hour Thief, who had been facing six drawn weapons a moment before.  "Istvan, we've been over this."
"Every blow like that causes some degree of irreversible trauma."
"I'm aware.  I was careful."
Istvan ducked past a dangling oil lamp to kneel beside one of the victims, loops of barbed wire trailing his passage and then fading.  A quick check, immaterial fingers passing through flesh and bone... and then he drew his hand back, siphoning off the man's pain with it.  A concussion, as he'd thought.  A battered table sat to one side of the cargo container, its edges rough-hewn and threatening: it was lucky no one Thurr Written by a friend of mine.

here goes... hope you like it... i'm really far from good though

Whellcome HomeA short horror story...

    Long time ago, there was a heart-warming home of a modest family of three. Before that, it was nothing more than an old abandoned house. When they moved in, the young couple restored it and planned to raise a family there. Soon enough, their son was born and the old house lit up with joy.
    Their life, however, wasn't easy. Work demanded long trips for the couple. On such occasions, their son would stay under the care of his grandmother, who lived nearby. She wasn't always in best terms with the couple. Still, the boy would often stay for several days and, among many things, he loved grandma's stories of local folklore, witches, bat wing recipes and magic cauldrons. He liked it there. Nevertheless, nothing compared to mom and dad arriving to pick him up and going back home.
    Unfortunately, home vanished from the boy’s life too soon when his parents died in a tragic car accident. His stay at gr

Here's my latest:

I'm TryingI hate the sound of beeping machines,
a beep for my heartbeat.
It hums like a car engine,
keeping me from dead sleep.
I try to breathe,
remembering what they told me.
But all I could feel is
fear. Emptiness. Loneliness. Darkness.
I scream but it is not heard
for the machines continue to drone on
as if they didn't care
if I die.
Then, I see him.
He strolls to the white coats
as if he has all the time in the world.
She is behind him,
tears streaking on her yellow face.
My eyelids fluttered,
trying to remember, to see.
He approaches me as they pull me out
and says, "It's okay."
I see nothing, an endless blackness.
I was sure I would disappear
like the way my great-aunt did
when monsters destroyed her body from inside.
I feel strong hands and whispered words that
seems like a faded dream.
"Will you live for me?"
I couldn't speak,
afraid it was a dream,
afraid that it was not him talking.
I hear sobs racking like
someone was going to die.
Then, I knew,
and even though I didn't want to,
know

Demon In Me (Pt. One) - WhiteHell? I’ve seen Hell. The big Pitchfork took one look at me and told me to get the hell out, that I didn’t belong there. Can’t say I argued with him.
I woke up in a hospital, an empty IV drip in my arm. I didn’t know who I was. The band around my wrist said: Cassidia Rhinehart. I didn’t know who that was either. Assuming it was me, that was an awful name. I decided I’d change it as soon as I could.
I did a systems check. I flopped about the tight muscles in my arms. Apparently I worked out or something. Maybe I was training for one of those athletic contests they show on TV. Arms? Check. I raised the covers and peeked beneath the sheets. Wiggling my toes, I pretended to run in place. No pain. Everything seemed to be in working order. Legs? Check. Ears? Noes? Eyes? Triple check. Whatever put me in here didn’t seem to be crippling. I felt like I could just up and walk out.
But I didn’t. I didn’t even call the nurse. Didn’t need